Oh wonderful, glorious promise!
It sets our lone hearts all aglow,
Come quickly. Come quickly, Lord Jesus,
Thy people grow weary below.

Oh, surely the night shades are passing;
The dawn is more near now than far,
We're waiting and watching, blest Saviour,
The rise of the "Bright Morning Star."

And then in that long-waited moment,
Thy voice we shall hear bid us come
Right upward and into Thy presence,-
Oh, the joy of that gathering home!

G. A. T.